Lyrics:
Ain't no one said, "keep your chin up," I got jumped and kept my chin up
Had a white boy as a friend the only way I'm eatin' dinner
Not by choice but I
to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm living through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like
Gone and let that Macfly just like my Nigga dough boy
I get in the booth and I get bilingual
Speaking the truth even though I Speak English
I pray
out on that day
Black boy, black coat
Stood around the corner as he passed slit his throat
He didn't fall so he fired
One to the middle of his
and a second to die
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
We some dirty south boys with da west coast flavor (West coast flavor)
Purple gold dripped out like a laker (Court side seats)
Hit my contact in
only by the acapella of my heartbeat and having to learn how to dance in the descent
Grateful that repent isn't on the top of my to-do list
And as I fall
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
Diamonds shining, fifth wheel reclining, in the turning lane
Screens fall, 24's crawl, in the turning lane
You know me, I ain't tripping 'bout the laws, in
fall, I guarantee
10 mil from the south, it's the only 10 I see
Man, we came up from the dirt, now all my niggas VIP
They wait for me to hit the corner
Plenty DVD's to keep the little ones occupied
Under the blanket daddy running on mommy thighs
Popo's on the road looking out for speeders
My son
'm holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love
'm holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love
gon' stop on by
Tell them boys to fall in line, yeah yeah
They only hit my line, when they know it's go time
Fuck niggas flaws and rumors, three things
mind?
Afican boy ya know I'm big in Mozambique
Hello, my friend, yes it's me
Hello, my friend
Hello, my friend
Yes it's me
4 by 3, 3 by 3
Buy one
My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down
Yeah, my home boys might squabble but we don't fall down
Yeah, my home boys might squabble but we
(ha-ha)
But I was sellin' coke, boy)
Yeah, they hit niggas with the RICO (uh-huh)
The only drill he ever been on was from Home Depot (haha)
It's never
Where I came from
Uh Aye
This where I came from
Uh Uh
This where I came from
Only way out
Rap hustlin or playing ball
Say since a baby boy
I had
so they fall out
Whip, double roof, dog barkin' on the dog house
And I gotta give 'em the Lyt
My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight
Ain't
something man
So at that point what else could you ask for?
Tears running down a nigga face
In a room full of failures I feel out of place
Still
was me then, up on the screen then
Getting taught humbleness by a mad man!"
I'm down with releasing the inner peace
You're only down with releasing your
the ash tray, out the ash tray
Everybody know that boy, he got a lotta cash play
I am the Young Sinatra, do it my way
I'm doin' 180 on the highway
I got
Yeah, yeah
I riding down I-85 bouncin' dirty
Hit the Carolinas with an ounce of that perty
I heard there's cotton pickin' haters out here spittin'
You know you gotta times that by three
By three by
Gotta times that by three
I said I only want two baddies but I
Gotta times that by three
By three by
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